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I think there's something about having the technicians get bug-eyed and say, "Holy Crap" when they put your first ever mammogram on screen (the first one was "diagnostic") and they mammogramed your shoulder because there was nothing on the breast mammogram...they're shocked by the image of cancered lymph nodes that are fixed and matted to your chest wall that looks like a big bird hocked up a well-chewed rat...that creates a bizarre sense of unreality that follows you your entire life.

Then, when you have a biopsy, the surgeon comes in and says, "I've never seen anything like this. I've called all over the country."

We just cannot forget "Holy Crap."

Yup.

I get it.

Tammy Lou...diagnosed January 2005